sister

You're covered in bandaids. Not because you need them, but because you like to wear them. You go through a box of bandaids like they're stickers with princesses and superheroes and ponies and Disney characters. You turned around on the car ride, craning your neck to ask me if I ha any cuts to be doctored. You were excited today when I came home and asked for your help, showing you my mangled fingers. I laughed when you said how bad it was for a doctor to hope people need them again. Not because it's wrong, but because you're so smart. When I told you you talk in your sleep, you said "What else is a chatterbox supposed to do?" You'll talk my ear off and stick it back on with a bright pink bandaid, all the while talking off the other. I'm not sure if you realise how special you are, knowing my favorite color was once "TARDIS blue", specifically, or being able to sing along with less-popular Beatles songs. It may be my fault or my doing. They always say how much we are alike, but you are going to be so different.